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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 11, 2011 11:47:17 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron looks in the direction that Clipper has gone and remarks absently, "Just so." Of course Clipper is skittish. It's not that Impactor is completely terrifying.
His finger flutter over the board a bit more as he thinks and rethinks his tactics. Today, he is being the big mean Decepticon, and he just let his Air Commander die. This is not a good start! He moves his Fortress forward. Onward, war machine.
The way Emirate Xaaron dies will either amuse or anger Impactor, then, he thinks, since Emirate Xaaron dies a puppet, his own free will and ability to choose completely revoked, but he doesn't make any mention of it yet.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 11, 2011 21:04:22 GMT -5
Impactor is just a big old robo-teddy bear!
A big... old... rotting... undead robo-teddy bear. With a harpoon for an arm.
But either way, if Clipper is on the sensitive side, it's pretty inevitable that sooner or later, Impactor would have hurt her feelings, since Impactor doesn't typically even live in the same city-state as the concept of Polite.
Many Autobot games don't use the Spy that often. Impactor always thought that was stupid. He gestures to the spy, orders, "Roll," then picks up a die to roll as well. Beating Emirate Xaaron's roll, he then reaches over and takes hold of Xaaron's Magnus, moving the powerful piece into a more isolated area of the board.
Speaking of puppets...
OOC: Beating Xaaron's roll done with permission.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 11, 2011 23:29:52 GMT -5
Not crying over the roll of the dice, Emirate Xaaron smirks as Impactor manhandles his Magnate. He could make a catty comment about how his Magnate must be busy talking to Jetfire, but that wouldn't in good taste, so he keeps such remarks to himself.
Though, why his Magnate? What's Impactor worried about, when Xaaron has his Fortress on the move? He lets the Fortress be, thoughtful, and decides that he needs to go kill Impactor's Spy, lest Impactor decide to move his Fortress around. Problematically, however, Impactor's Spy is not yet revealed as a Spy, so he can't kill it. Emirate Xaaron thinks this is stupid. Decepticons can totally just kill whoever for no reason. (Sometimes Autobots do, too.)
He decides to move his sniper instead, creeping towards Impactor's territory.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 12, 2011 19:24:02 GMT -5
"So how long'll we going to keep orbiting this rock, anyway?" Impactor asks as he picks up his die, gesturing to the Spy again with his harpoon. May as well keep pushing Xaaron's pieces around for as long as Impactor can manage it. After all, soon enough Impactor will be back to being one of those pieces. "I'm guessing the problem is making sure the 'Cons leave with us? That seems to be what ends up tying us down all over the place back home." It is, after all, why so many of the Autobots remain tied up on Earth.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 12, 2011 19:48:30 GMT -5
Impactor loses. Emirate Xaaron reaches over, picks up Impactor's spy and turns it upside-down, bonking its head into the table a few times before adding it to the captured bin. He deadpans, "The Mayhem Attack Squad is functioning at maximum efficiency."
He explains, "That's the rub, aye. With any resource-rich planet, the Decepticons won't leave until it is dry if they have their druthers. But it's simple enough. All we need to do is take something they really want, and they'll chase us."
Does Emirate Xaaron have something in mind? Oh yes. Someone, in fact.
Now he can get back to menacing Impactor's countryside. The Fortress moves forward a square.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 12, 2011 22:20:38 GMT -5
Impactor snorts. The Mayhems. Bastards usually specialize in internal policing, but they tend to go out of their way with Wreckers, and from what Impactor can determine, that only gets worse after his death. In a way, though, even the enmity in Impactor's time is understandable. The Mayhems are officially a "morale unit." The Wreckers, a commando unit, usually operate behind enemy lines, which can be pretty damn demoralizing to the enemy.
"That reminds me. The Mayhems here. What do we have on 'em? I remember Spinister from our reality, but our intel on that one always was pretty sketchy. The other one... can't help but think I've heard the name before, but it's escaping me."
He studies the board quietly for a moment, then moves his Air Commander forward, towards the center.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 12, 2011 22:41:05 GMT -5
"Needlenose. Used to be a circuit designer before the war. The circuit designer, I suppose. Now, he's a fighter jet and a Double-Targetmaster - have you read up on those yet?" Emirate Xaaron replies, looking up at Impactor. One of the nice things about Impactor is that he understands that forewarned is forearmed. "If they have any others, we don't have intel on them yet."
He moves his sniper a bit, eying that Air Commander.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 13, 2011 8:54:51 GMT -5
Impactor studies the board, optics narrowed, and answers Xaaron's question. "Saw the thing the kid Prime put in there in that Special Teams entry. We count them as Decepticons. I get to kill them."
In other words, Impactor got the important bits about what being a Targetmaster Decepticon means.
He reaches over and moves his Magnate, putting the piece in a position such that it would make it difficult to attack the Air Commander toe-to-toe without making the attacking piece vulnerable to the Magnate. Impactor may not be from a reality where the Autobots are so underpowered as to make one-on-one fights against the Decepticons suicide, but he can still appreciate the importance of teamwork!
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 14, 2011 14:26:59 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron's not interested in attacking toe-to-toe, though. Not this game. That Magnate is in the way, though. He fires his Sniper, flicking his index finger in a firing gesture at the Magnate.
He muses aloud, "I wonder what would happen if you were binary bonded to a Nebulan? Could it even be done? Would the Nebulan's functioning brain compensate for your own damages?"
Emirate Xaaron inflicts weird science on his friends!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 14, 2011 22:19:23 GMT -5
Impactor stares at Xaaron. "Your clock stuttering?! I barely got a functional brain module," actually, he doesn't have a functional brain module, "and you want to stick an organic in there?!"
He scowls down at the board. The Magnate still stands, but he's near death. Impactor pushes him forward to the attack - if he's going to lose the Magnate, the Magnate's going to do some damage first!
OOC: Skip to game-wrap?
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 14, 2011 22:57:52 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron's logic is that if Impactor's brain module isn't working, giving him a functional Nebulan might help him compensate! Science!
Later...
Emirate Xaaron, like any annoying control player rolling with foil Force of Will, has Impactor at his metaphorical knees and is metaphorically reaching under his chin to cackle about how pretty Impactor is. He is in role as a nefarious Decepticon, and just look what Starscream did to Elita One! Emirate Xaaron is a little bit saddened that he can still whomp his old friend, even when he's playing like he's evil. Emirate Xaaron would like for good to win!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 14, 2011 23:45:12 GMT -5
Impactor stares at the board. He hasn't lost. Yet. But loss is inevitable at this point.
He reaches over, as if to move a piece, then grabs the edge of the board and flips it over, flinging the pieces towards Emirate Xaaron.
Then he leans back in his berth and smirks at Emirate Xaaron.
"Only an idiot plays the 'Cons' game, anyway," he says.
Is that a wink?
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 15, 2011 10:49:18 GMT -5
Earlier in the game, Impactor Fortressed his Emirate, putting it into the Dark Corner, the farthest away point on the board. Thus, given how he levers up the board to flip it, Impactor's Emirate is given a sudden input of acceleration and, like many of the other pieces, goes flying off the flipped board. It lodges itself in Emirate Xaaron's damaged optical socket.
Emirate Xaaron really needs to learn to duck around Impactor, but no, he trusts Impactor, and this scenario, if not these exact details, happen every single time. Belatedly, he tosses up his arms to block, but by now, the pelting of pieces has already bounced off his armour, scattered around the medical ward, and rolled under inconveniently heavy and difficult to move objects. Emirate Xaaron makes a rattling noise that starts off pained and ends in a chagrined sigh.
"All right. You tell me how to flip the plate-masses under Polyhex and Helex, and we'll do it." Weaponised plate tectonics; why not?
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 15, 2011 12:40:40 GMT -5
Impactor rubs his chin with his good hand, considering. "I would suggest telling Flame that the back-up engines are under there, but I killed him, didn't I?" he murmurs thoughtfully. Then he shrugs.
"Don't you keep eggheads around to figure out slag like that?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 15, 2011 13:25:24 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron laughs. Oh, if only Kalis had been a Decepticon territory! However, in Marvel, at least, Kalis was an Autobot territory, and Emirate Xaaron had his base under it. Why couldn't Flame have blown up something useful, like Darkmount? Because Flame was never useful.
"I do suppose that is for what the tech boys are," Emirate Xaaron mutters, and he plucks the Emirate out of his optical socket, setting it back on the table to keep Impactor company.
Then he gets down on his hands and knees to go hunting for the rest of the pieces, warning, "If I can't find all the pieces, I am not playing quarter stasis. I will make new pieces. Hippie pieces."
Actually, he'll probably just make pieces shaped like some of their new friends, but that's not as good a threat! Oh Primus, did the Air Commander end up in the inexplicable exposed barrel of acid they keep around medical? Ick.
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